Geico has a gecko,
Aflac has a duck,
But my insurance company
Has no such mascot luck,
So instead of selling policies
I’ll be a stock-market trader
With a well-dressed crocodile mascot
Called the Investi-Gator.
Tag Archives: Bad
Also… It’s 7:56
If this were a job
It might get me fired
But this poem’s crap
‘Cause it’s late and I’m tired.
Filed under Poems
How To Gracefully Excuse Yourself From A Social Event
If you are called at host’s behest
To play the role of honored guest
And feel perhaps a little stressed
Then heed this wisdom I think best:
First, if you need not prevent
Your presence at the said event
Then notice how your time is spent
And be amazed how fast it went,
But if instead you wish to flee
You’re wise indeed to contact me
For ’tis amazing what you’ll see
If you, for just a moment, pee.
If urination’s not your style
Another way to leave a while
Is to enter, wave, and smile
And call out as a greeting, “Heil!”
If these two tips do not work out
Don’t underestimate a pout,
For dourness beyond a doubt
Is a fair way to thumb one’s snout.
Urine, Nazi, or be sullen:
All are safe ways to be cullen,
So brand yourself ein angsty creep
And thou shall glow from longer sleep!
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Last Save: 7:59 Am -Pompeii, 79 AD…
This is the point in history
Where things aren’t going well,
But you aren’t very worried yet
Because you know a spell
That opens up a menu
Where you reload your latest save
And go back to start on easy mode
Instead of to your grave.
Filed under Poems
Researching Self-Control
If I had a potato chip
For every theory that made sense
I’d have a much larger stomach
And not a lot of evidence…
Filed under Poems
Lucky for Me… I’m a 3!
She was meretricious
And he was five-foot-two
And yet somehow between them
Amorous feelings grew.
He thought she was a goddess
And she thought he was funny.
So go the lives of 4’s and 5’s
When they have boobs or money.
Filed under Poems
But Hockey? There’s A Great Sport!
Soccer’s like “The Notebook:”
I’ve never watched for more than a minute,
I consider it nap-time
And don’t like anyone in it.
Soccer and I
Are also much alike
In that no one ever scores
And the entertainment it creates has unsatisfying conclusions.
Filed under Poems
Insurance Be Like…
I called Permanente Kaiser
‘Cause I had pain in my incisor.
What they said seemed rather ruthless:
“Pay up or you’ll soon be toothless.”
Why Teachers Don’t Get Paid Enough
I didn’t like to talk
So I said, “I hate speech.”
Mr. King was sad
Because it’s his job to teach.
He said, “That is incorrect.
“You should say, ‘I use hate speech.'”
I quoted him out of context
And now he’s homeless on the beach.
Filed under Poems
When You Stretch For The Pun And Hurt Yourself
I want what a former president may do
Were he a bird who saw a speck
‘Cause I don’t like the words “and a.”
I want a Bush’ll peck.
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The Daily Travesty 